Tag: love

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lasso The Sun

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Image courtesy of Pobble365

Lasso the sun?
If only I could
I’d make you stay
If only you would

You captured my heart
But not mine you
A one way river
A dried up slew

I wanted to trap you
Encase you in stone
Secret you away
As mine alone

But you shine brightly
As only I dare
My eyes avert yours
An imperfect pair

I”m left in a wasteland
Of my own making
Lessons learned from
Giving not taking

Now I turn my back
And let you be
You’re just too elusive
This I can see

I’ll admire from afar
Bask only in your light
Lasso the sun?
One day, I might…

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #377

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Scar Tissue

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With birds I’ll share this lonely view.
From my perch above, I look upon you.

My heart aches, way up here in the air,
As you’re carried away by your own affair.

A presence unnoticed in your busy life,
It’s hard to believe you were once my wife.

Surface wounds may heal but underneath,
Forms scar tissue that time can’t beat.

Your focus is bound to earthly things,
But I have evolved and grown my wings.

The birds have shown me how to fly.
My eyes turn skyward, and I say goodbye.

As Autumn’s sweet leaves begin to fall,
I’ll make it to the moon, if I have to crawl.

By Sarah ©2019

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge #45: “Scar Tissue” by Red Hot Chilli Peppers

A-Z Challenge, Challenges by Sarah, Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

U is for Understanding

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Anxious feelings are a normal reaction to a situation where a person feels under pressure. Anxiety is more than just feeling stressed or worried. For a person experiencing anxiety, these feelings cannot be brought under control easily. Mental health conditions, such as anxiety and depression, are often not discussed openly because of fear of stigma. Unlike physical illnesses that have obvious symptoms that are observed easily; symptoms of mental health conditions may remain unrecognised and misunderstood. Negative views about mental health are often due to misunderstandings, misconceptions or lack of knowledge about the condition. You can help someone suffering from anxiety by showing understanding. Familiarise yourself with the signs and symptoms and be there for them. Listen. Don’t tell them to “snap out of it” or “toughen up”. What they are experiencing is very real and often terrifying.

Be there for your friend
or family member. Don’t judge.
Love and understand.

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: A-Z Challenge, 24 April 2018 – U

Other, Poetry by Sarah

With Me

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My heart aches when I remember you.
Your last day so happy and free.
It was selfish of me to
keep you so long. I knew
it was time to leave.
I said goodbye
but always,
you’re with
me.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo 2018 – Image 23

Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah

Seduced

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Allure…
Perturbed, confused.
Glancing. Gazing. Gaping.
Flittering heartbeats, we converge.
Seduced.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 2 December 2017, Synonyms used for the following words: meet – converge, look – glance, gape, gaze, annoy – perturbed, draw – allure, seduce, fly – flit

Stories by Sarah

Light Hearted

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The bar was dark and dingy and she wondered for the hundredth time why she was here – the place hardly looked full of promising suitors.

But, she had chosen the venue for a reason and with an air of trepidation and excitement she flipped the switch and trialled her new matchmaking strategy.


She looked around nervously, and met the eye of a nice looking man who gave her a mischievous smile; flipped another switch and started to walk across the room towards her…


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 89

Free Verse, Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Poetry by Sarah

Echo

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In the beginning my heart was brave.
She asked “Is there anyone out there who will
love me ’til the end?”

An echo replied, “I will love you for a little while,
But I cannot promise eternity.”

Eventually, when my heart was cleaved in two.
She asked, “Will anyone love me,
when I am so  broken?”

The echo replied, “Nay.”

My heart realised that first,
she must love herself.
She put out the call, one last time.
“Is there anyone who will love me,
Just as I am?”

This time, the echo,
Was an echo of her own words.
At last! My heart had found you.

And we both realised,
We had been looking
For each other all along.

By Sarah ©2017


Dedicated to my husband Darrell, on this, our fourth wedding anniversary.

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 16. Task: Write a poem on the theme of “echo”. Any length; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces – 16 September 2017

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Seventy-Five Years

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Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Holding his lady.
Married seventy-five years.
On deathbed he lies,
vows honored until the end.
A portrait of love, endures.

By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note:  This piece is dedicated to my nanna, 95 years old, and my grandfather “Bill” who passed away in June 2015. They had a truly remarkable and inspiring love; married more than 75 years! I can’t even imagine the bond they shared. Nanna claims he still visits her every night in her dreams, asking her when she will join him 💜💙💚

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 59 – portrait and lady

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Love Breaks My Bones

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I lay on the feathery bed, impatient; waiting; wanting. My body is swooning at the mere thought of you. I glance at the clock and wince with longing. It feels an age until you will be home. Time seems to go slower when you’re not around, and speed up in keeping with my heartbeat, when you are. I ache for you to be one with my skin. To feel what I feel, to know what I know, to dream what I dream for –  being so close as if we are one whole, complete only when together. We are a formidable team – loyal; strong; indestructible; cherished. You finally arrive home, and as I crush you into me, you whisper, “Love breaks my bones and I laugh”.

this flowering love
with laughter sees our flaws as
petals not yet thorns

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Hunt-01 July 2017, and also, Sunday Writing Prompt – July 2, 2017, Love Flowers